Come, tug at my rib cage-
reach inside and take yourself
away.

little lights
inside your eyes
pretty stars
in a midnight sky
holding hands
fingers entwined
i've got you
nothing else i need to find
running in the dark
away from it all
the sky is vast
with a love so tall
it held on tight to the pretty lights
the ones called stars
i want you to hold me close
in a world that's ours
dark as twilight
black velvet kiss
you're made of shooting stars
but you're my only wish

Oh so lovely
To be like the sky
An endless view
Of the Red Flower

And with no subtle look
Or visible sign
You are a truest
Red Flower

A signal or call
For my sky
And the garden
That has yet to replace
My Red Flower

Last day of 2019

To fill-up on pre-twenties thrills and dump old regrets before the etch-a-sketch of your life is shaken clear once more

What might be last chances to indulge the whims of the former version of yourself

And what might be impossible this year will become an accomplishable goal with the flipping of the calender

Have been counting down this moment for the last 24 hours and finally midnight is here

You never know the value of a moment
Untill it’s a memory
And lately I’ve been treasuring memory’s
Or rather lost moments
Lost in the hopelessness of time waiting
For that new moment
To arrive, afraid that we’ve said our last,
Goodbyes, cut ties-
Made that mistake too late, and that’s fate
I’m sorry but it’s over,
But I’m your head it’s never over not untill

Untill your standing on the edge of a cliff in
Dover, or sat on your
Sofa, with a system full of drugs, or with a
Razor blade in your
Hand, drunk taste you can’t stand, reaching
Out for someone’s hand,
Someone that can understand, the loss
And the pain, the rain
Falling down on your life and emotions
Drowning in commotion
An ocean of pure hurt, sorrow and pain
Fuled by dope,

A horizon of hope, a lie, a false belief
From deep beneath
Thinking that she’s part of the solution
Completely blind to the
Fact that she’s part of your confusion
You need to dispel
This illusion, that tigether your fusion
Would be a revolution
For your mind, your spirit and your sole
It would just ruin and
Dig a deeper hole, leaving you still wanting
More, not realising
That she’s already closed the door.

He became a reason of many.
A reason to laugh,
A reason to love,
A reason to be.
With every doubt I ever had,
It was like a cold wash of rain,
Wiping away any negativity that creeped upon me.
There was a wholeness about him,
The calm in the word safety,
A steadiness in the way he talks,
It became an overspill of excitement,
Much like the tide on a sunny day.
He reminded me of cold drives with all of the windows down,
The sound of an acoustic guitar when being plucked,
Drunken laughs and soft whispers of delicate words shared between breathless kisses,
Quiet hums in the still of an empty house.
He became my reason,
He became my home.